She was amazingly light, and so relaxed in his arms that he wasn't even sure she was conscious.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

Was I sure, he asked, that I knew what I was applying for??

She was sure she would reach the pool by climbing, and she clung to that belief despite the increasing number of obstacles.

This, he was sure, was the way they would act ; ;

But I'm sure the other one was Lou ''.

Ramey heard the words again inside, weakened, the way moving water sounds through a grove of trees, until he was not sure whether it was sound or light-headedness pressing in his ears.

No one seemed to know for sure what had happened, nor was there any purpose or responsibility in the muttering feet and urgent voices behind the driver, beyond finding out.

`` I was expecting it, sure.

He had suspected this guy was trouble, and now he was sure of it.

Bang-Jensen said you told correspondents that you had checked in advance to make sure the term ' aberrant conduct ' was not libelous.

By now she was sure she was going to have a baby, deciding it would be born in India or Burma that November.

When he heard that Paul Whiteman was looking for singers to replace the Rhythm Boys, Mercer applied and got the job, `` not for my voice, I'm sure, but because I could write songs and material generally ''.

A special guard was posted at my end of the bridge to make sure I didn't cross, the ludicrousness of the situation being revealed fully in that everyone else -- men, women, and children, dogs, cats, horses, cars, trucks, baby carriages -- could cross Kehl bridge into Kehl without surveillance.

Lincoln was sure that he would not be re-elected.

It was the oldest and toughest question young lovers have ever asked: How can you be sure??

The three would never meet again, but for some reason or other Mr. Podger was sure he would always remember the incident.

I am sure that they did when Eisenhower was President.

He was not sure what kind of a man he had in hand.

He was silent a moment, thinking he could use a man this time of year, and if the girl could cook, it would give him more time in the meadows, but he knew nothing about the couple.

He was too old -- when he passed up and through the corridor of pines that lined the trail he could see ahead, he was passing from life.

Now under me I could see him for what he really was, a boy dressed up in streaks of paint.

There was brush, and stands of pine that no grass could grow under, and places so steep that cattle wouldn't stop to graze.

Although it was dark as usual I could see that the hall had only recently contained a great many people.

I was at once disappointed, although just what I had expected him to look like I could not have explained.

For everyone involved knew that the whole valley was a powder keg, and Mitchell Barton the fuse which could send it into explosive violence.

How could he comprehend her need when he himself was innocent??

There was a peculiar density about it, a thick substance that could be sensed but never identified, never actually perceived.

He could move very quickly, she knew ( although he seldom found occasion to do so ), but he was more wiry than truly strong.

Now, he could only play the last card in what was probably the world's coldest deck.

Horse smell was very strong, and he could hear the crunch of grain being ground between strong jaws.

Seeing them waiting there at the foot of Emigrant Rock was so overwhelming that, for a good minute after they rounded the bend and started down the grade leading toward them, Matilda could not speak at all.

And she was deeply thankful that she could see her now, out there in the midst of a gay, youthful circle, skipping and singing, `` Farmer in the dell, Farmer in the dell, Heigh-ho the dairy-oh, the farmer in the dell ''.

Whoever was out there hiding in the brushy cover was besieging the Antler house and, having spotted his approach, was determined to drive him off before he could get into the fight.

Every plane that could fly was sent into the air.

As far as he could see there was no hole to climb through it.

One of Greg's bombs hung up, and he was miles from the target before he could get rid of it.

The way his red rubber lips were stretched across his pearly little teeth I thought he was only having a little joke, but, no, he wanted me to bend down from the roar of wind so he could roar something into my ear.

At once my ears were drowned by a flow of what I took to be Spanish, but -- the driver's white teeth flashing at me, the road wildly veering beyond his glistening hair, beyond his gesticulating bottle -- it could have been the purest Oxford English I was half hearing ; ;

`` No, I remembered reading about you in the papers and that you lived here, and when it happened all I could think of was '' -- This time she stopped the rush of words herself.

Cabot turned back to the men and he was drunk with the thing they would do, wild to break from the cloying warmth of the saloon into the cold of the ebbing night.

`` That was a terrible thing to do '', I said to Oso.

`` It was a terrible thing to do.

By failing to do as he was told instantly -- to take out a permit or return the gun to his car -- he had played into Lord's hands.

He himself had heard that there was gangster money in the company, but that had nothing to do with him.

For a blood-chilling ring of terror to the very sound of his name was the tool he needed for the job he'd promised to do.

What Joyce wanted me to do was go to Thor's house and `` do whatever detectives do '', and get her clothes -- and handbag containing her identification.

As far as I was concerned, she had already and had dandily shown what she could do.

The code, which had probably something to do with sex or some other interest, Nicolas was determined to find out and put to use.

He was aware of her as a frightfully good-looking American WAC, a second lieutenant assigned to do the paper work, ( regardless of how important she might have thought she was ) in the Command offices, but that was all.

All he had to do was light the fuses of the dynamite sticks, run to within ten yards of an open window in the barn and hurl the sticks through.

Jack walked off alone out the road in the searing midday sun, past Robert Allen's three-room, tarpapered house, toward the field where the other boys were playing ball, thinking of what he would do in order to make Miss Langford have him stay in after school -- because this was the day he had decided when he thought he saw the look in her eyes.

That should do it, he thought, because Miss Langford had said she was going to be strict about school work.

The only drawback now to the plan he'd decided on was that someone else might fail to do his work, too, and the teacher would have that person stay late along with Jack.

His heart was pounding like a mighty dynamo and he was trying to think, his mind seeming to scream at him like a hurt or frightened child, `` How will I do it??

It became the sole `` subject '' of `` international law '' ( a term which, it is pertinent to remember, was coined by Bentham ), a body of legal principle which by and large was made up of what Western nations could do in the world arena.

Into the texture of this tapestry of history and human drama Henrietta, as every artist delights to do, wove strands of her own intuitive insights into human nature and -- especially in the remarkable story of the attraction and conflict between two so disparate and fervent characters as this pair -- into the relations of men and women: `` In their relations, she was the giver and he the receiver, nay the demander.

and, `` I do think that families are the most beautiful things in all the world '', burst out Jo some five hundred pages later in that popular story of the March family, which had first appeared when Henrietta was eight ; ;